Tang Yehua rushed over to check on her. Fu Hange had fallen into the mud, her face was covered in dirt, even her nostrils were full of it, and her body was sticky and uncomfortable.
She thought this was the most humiliating thing she had ever experienced in her life, especially when it was the last thing she wanted that person to see it.
Fu Hange felt the mud on her face and realized that her arm was broken. She didn't dare to move and could only wait for Tang Yehuai to rescue her.
When he arrived, he picked Fu Hange up in his arms. If she hadn't been riding her horse so fast and hadn't gone so far in one go, Tang Yehuai wouldn't have had to run for so long to get here.
Fu Hange looked at him pitifully, as if she wanted him to say a few words of comfort.
Tang Yehuai picked her up, put Fu Hange back on the horse, and led her away, saying, "Don't you think you're pretty stupid?"
Well, Fu Hange was speechless now. She was indeed stupid, but what could she do? She liked being stupid in front of him.
Fu Hange pouted and said, "So what if I'm clumsy! As long as you like it!"
"I don't like it."
"Nonsense, how could you possibly like me?"
"How could I possibly like you?"
The conversation seemed to have reached a dead end. Fu Hange couldn't win the argument, so she shut up and vowed never to speak to him again.
But just a few minutes later, Fu Hange asked Tang Yehuai, "Where do you think we'll stay tonight?"
Tang Yehuai really wanted to slap her twice to see if her face would hurt. She was truly the dumbest woman he had ever met, bar none, although he hadn't met many women before.
Fu Hange's arm was broken and she dared not move, so Tang Yehuai had the horse carry her until they reached the center of the meadow, facing the lake, before he finally carried her down.
"Gently...gently..." Fu Hange struggled incessantly.
Tang Yehua showed no mercy and rudely placed Fu Hange on the grass, saying, "Serves you right."
Fu Hange truly felt that this man was cold-blooded. Even after what had happened to her, he was still so indifferent. Although it was her own fault, who could have imagined that the horse had slipped and fallen?
Fu Hange gasped in pain, but Tang Yehuai still roughly examined her injury before saying, "Your hand is broken."
"Nonsense." Fu Hange closed her eyes in pain; she had felt it when she fell.
"Bear with it, I'll set your bones."
"You can even set bones?"
"Don't speak."
Fu Hange was so frightened that she quickly pushed him away: "No, I'm afraid of pain. I'd rather die from the pain than have it reattached."
Tang Yehuai sometimes found himself both amused and exasperated by her; she was such a grown woman, yet she acted like a child.
Ignoring her objections, he grabbed Fu Hange's hand and said, "If you don't set it now, the bone will become inflamed, and it will only get more and more painful, and the condition will become more and more serious. It won't just be as painful as setting the bone now; it will be even more painful than you can imagine."
Fu Hange was indeed frightened by Tang Yehuai's words. She had always been afraid, and was extremely afraid of it. She remembered when she was a child, she had a fever and went to the hospital. The doctor said she needed an injection, but the needle broke off and went right into her flesh. She never wanted to experience that feeling again in her life.
It's not that I'm being delicate; it's just that once I've experienced a certain kind of pain, I don't want to go through it again.
While Fu Hange was lost in thought, Tang Yehuai took her hand and twisted it from side to side. Fu Hange was in excruciating pain at first, but in the end, she only heard a few sounds of bones grinding together. When she regained consciousness, her arm no longer hurt.
Tang Yehuai stretched his hands and said casually, "We'll need to apply medicine later; this alone won't do."
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